Movement Mondays or Falling into Leaves

Mondays are my favorite. I jump out of bed, usually before my alarm, and I am eager to get back to my work, or my home, or my kids. The weekend is a diversion of sorts, with one dinner party followed by another, by another. Given the pandemic, it felt like there was too much…

2020 Or the Year of twirling

Covid-19 has turned so much upside down. There has been the usual things — death, loneliness, public health catastrophe, paranoia and anxiety permeating from every pore. My daughter often twirls in the air and collapses from the effort. I feel like that is the metaphor for how we are spinning, so fast, again and again…